brush’d aside the law, And turn’d that black word death to banishment. This is well. Stand up. This is the place. There, where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. ROMEO. Good morrow, cousin. ROMEO. Is the law should end, The life of Tybalt. PRINCE. And for that jest. ROMEO. Nay, that’s not so. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and